Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Later, Chad changed his phone wallpaper to a cool-toned glamour shot of Jade. She hadn't let the winter chill stop her from lying in a field in a gown for a sultry photoshoot, teeth chattering but determined to capture the perfect image.

No matter what Chad said, she wouldn't listen. "Beauty requires a little sacrifice," she'd retort, shrugging off the cold. Grandma Aubree watched from the doorway in her festive red quilted jacket, shivering just looking at her granddaughter out there posing in the frosty air. Eventually, Chad took a few snaps, and even he, a grown man, couldn't stand the cold. After the final shot, he scooped up his sister and carried her back to the warmth of home.

Inside, Chad scolded her, their mom lectured her, and even the grandparents chimed in as they walked by, calling her a silly goose for wearing a dress in the winter cold just for some pictures.

Mia received the photos from her bestie. "Just tell me, aren't they stunning? Bet Andre never took ones this good of you!"

"Who took them?"

"My Chad," Molly boasted, pride swelling in her voice.

Mia felt a pang of envy and showed the photos to her husband. "Look at these pictures Chad took of Molly. Even the filters are top-notch. Now look at what you've snapped. They're so bad, I can hardly recognize myself." Andre, the ever-patient cop, wasn't offended. "I'm usually at crime scenes taking evidence photos. What's there to be jealous about?" he said with a shrug.

Mia rolled her eyes and relayed his words to Molly, "Don't get too cocky. Andre says cops hone their photography skills snapping shots of grime."

Jade sent a skull emoji and quipped, "Mia, if Andre wasn't such a big shot, I'd cut ties with him in a heartbeat."

be honest, if he wasn't loaded, we wouldn't be putting up with him," Mia replied, their banter a secret shared between sisters. Andre caught a glimpse of their chat and glanced at his wife's silhouette with a mischievous smirk, planning a playful revenge. The Cedillo family threw a lavish christening party that was the talk of the town. Chad, scheduled for a day shift, managed to wrangle a couple of days off after persistent coaxing from

know, even if you hadn't sweet-talked him, Chad would've shown

"So..."

deduction, "Chad just wanted to

ever since you had your baby, I swear I've

Cedillos. Mia cradled her baby, accompanying her husband to the family altar to light incense

breastfeeding he turned his nose up at formula, even though Mia had prepared milk bags in advance. She had this feeling that

cape-like overlay that concealed her chest and the hidden clasps, adding a touch of elegance. The hem of the overlay was embroidered with gold threads in a pattern symbolizing good fortune, with a fringe of diamonds adding weight and texture. Every yellow detail on the dress was spun from gold, every white fill was silver, and the diamonds were an expensive, international

"If I ever hit rock bottom,

extravagant in design but were a fortune in craftsmanship and materials-one gown could be worth

bundled up in a snug tiger costume, his chubby cheeks and tender

custom, was a pink princess tulle, perfectly matching her personality. But the best part? It was Leo, the man's man, who

arrived early, and seeing their daughter mingling with the Cedillo clan, they felt a sense of pride mixed with an odd sense of

of relatives and friends. Mia descended the stairs with Henry in her arms, and the room full of elders surged forward. "Henry's growing up to